Discriptive Essay
Descriptive Essay
October 26, 2010 It is a blazing hot summer day in the middle of July, the kind of day where as you walk out of your house, the 110 degree heat slaps you in the face temporarily taking your breath away and instantly draining you of all energy. Pine Valley Mountain is a large mountain that towers up into the sky north of a small town called St.George in southern Utah. It is spring like with a cool, fresh breeze and with quaking aspen and pine trees. It is a beautiful, peaceful place to escape the summer heat and everyday stress.
When standing at the base of Pine Valley Mountain the temperature is already cooler. The grass is lush, green and flourishing, unlike the grass in town which is dry and yellow, just waiting to be ignited by lightning or by the sparks of a campfire. The grass is so tall it reaches up my knees. Signs of deer are everywhere, birds singing, chipmunks and squirrels chirping. The area is alive and thriving with wildlife.
As I make my way up the step trail through towering rock cliffs, the trail opens up to grassy meadow covered with spring flowers, quaking aspen trees and tall pine trees. Down in town spring is many months behind us, up here it feels like a cool spring day. Spring flower are everywhere blue and red bell shaped, yellow daisies, white daisies and more. Pine trees and aspen trees, reach so high and sway back and forth in the breeze. The quaking aspen leaves shudder in the breeze making a soothing sound. Next to this meadow runs a stream with crystal clear, ice cold water so clear I can see the beautiful river rocks at the bottom and small minnows darting around.
While making my way even further up the trail, I can’t help but notice names with dates carved into the quaking aspen trees. Some of the dates go as far back as the 1800’s. When I see this, it makes me imagine all of the people before me who have had the opportunity to experience this mountain’s true majesty. In a way, I feel connected to
October 26, 2010 It is a blazing hot summer day in the middle of July, the kind of day where as you walk out of your house, the 110 degree heat slaps you in the face temporarily taking your breath away and instantly draining you of all energy. Pine Valley Mountain is a large mountain that towers up into the sky north of a small town called St.George in southern Utah. It is spring like with a cool, fresh breeze and with quaking aspen and pine trees. It is a beautiful, peaceful place to escape the summer heat and everyday stress.
When standing at the base of Pine Valley Mountain the temperature is already cooler. The grass is lush, green and flourishing, unlike the grass in town which is dry and yellow, just waiting to be ignited by lightning or by the sparks of a campfire. The grass is so tall it reaches up my knees. Signs of deer are everywhere, birds singing, chipmunks and squirrels chirping. The area is alive and thriving with wildlife.
As I make my way up the step trail through towering rock cliffs, the trail opens up to grassy meadow covered with spring flowers, quaking aspen trees and tall pine trees. Down in town spring is many months behind us, up here it feels like a cool spring day. Spring flower are everywhere blue and red bell shaped, yellow daisies, white daisies and more. Pine trees and aspen trees, reach so high and sway back and forth in the breeze. The quaking aspen leaves shudder in the breeze making a soothing sound. Next to this meadow runs a stream with crystal clear, ice cold water so clear I can see the beautiful river rocks at the bottom and small minnows darting around.
While making my way even further up the trail, I can’t help but notice names with dates carved into the quaking aspen trees. Some of the dates go as far back as the 1800’s. When I see this, it makes me imagine all of the people before me who have had the opportunity to experience this mountain’s true majesty. In a way, I feel connected to